A Shout of "Get Lost" at Injustice

Early the next morning, Qin Feng headed out with faint dark circles under his eyes, yawning as he went.

Last night, he had studied the "Yellow Springs" app like Columbus discovering a new continent. He had stayed up until three in the morning, digging through every bit of information available to newcomers before finally going to sleep, still wanting more.

The app clearly introduced the mainstream cultivation paths of the modern supernatural world.

[Path of Talismans]: Communicate with heaven and earth through talismans, borrow Spiritual Energy, and emphasize inheritance and comprehension. Representative forces: Longhu Mountain, Maoshan.

[Buddhist Body Cultivation]: Chant scriptures to steady the heart, temper the body through ascetic practice, suppress demons with the flesh, and become indestructible like vajra. Representative force: Jinshan Temple.

[Object Manipulation and Weapon Cultivation]: Man and weapon become one; before the person arrives, the weapon strikes first. Specializes in killing. Representative force: Shushan Sword Sect.

Besides those, there were all kinds of branches such as Gu Masters, Onmyoji, and shamans. The sheer variety left Qin Feng dazzled.

The core of these orthodox inheritances was to use specific methods to breathe, guide, and refine the Spiritual Energy drifting between heaven and earth, store it within the body, and ultimately make it one's own.

The "Yellow Springs" app was remarkably user-friendly. After introducing the major schools, it also provided an official foundational method called the Qi Gathering Returning to Origin Art, free for all registered supernatural beings.

It was said that the Special Cases Department had gathered the basic mental cultivation methods of every major faction, removed the dross, and created the most universal and reliable cultivation art.

Although he wanted to keep learning about the supernatural world, it was Monday, and he had classes.

Even though half a foot had already stepped into that bizarre and dazzling "Inner World," in reality, he was still the poor second-year history student at Donghai University, hustling for scholarships and living expenses.

The shift between those identities came as naturally as breathing.

As he walked along the tree-lined paths of campus, surrounded by college students brimming with youthful energy, sunlight filtered through the leaves and scattered mottled patches of light across the ground.

That peaceful, leisurely atmosphere made last night's bloodshed and strangeness feel like another lifetime.

Qin Feng even had the illusion that he had merely experienced two nightmares that had been far too real.

It was not until a barely perceptible chill came from the scissors tattoo on his right arm that he was pulled back to reality.

No, it had not been a dream.

As he walked along the shaded path toward the teaching building, considering what to eat for lunch, a small commotion in the crowd ahead caught his attention.

He followed everyone's gaze, and his eyes could not help but settle in place.

It was a girl.

Holding several thick textbooks in her arms, she stood quietly before a notice board not far away, as if the noise around her had nothing to do with her.

Her long, silky black hair was loosely pinned up with a simple wooden hairpin, revealing a stretch of fair, graceful neck.

She wore an elegant sky-blue cotton-and-linen dress. Slim and tall, she looked like a refined beauty who had stepped out of an ancient Song Dynasty painting—gentle, graceful, and carrying a tranquility entirely out of place in this restless age.

Sunlight outlined her in a soft golden glow. She was so beautiful that it did not seem real, and the boys around her who wanted to strike up a conversation felt too ashamed to approach.

"Holy shit, it's Su Qinghui! In person!"

"She looks ten thousand times better than her photos on the campus forum. That temperament is unreal."

"The archaeology department's new freshman beauty. She took first place on the campus beauty rankings by an overwhelming margin the moment she enrolled."

The surrounding chatter was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for Qin Feng to hear.

Su Qinghui.

That name was like a rusty key, abruptly sliding into the lock of Qin Feng's memories and twisting hard.

A dust-covered childhood painting, nearly faded beyond recognition, burst open in his mind.

He clearly remembered that back when his parents were still alive and his family was whole, there had been a little girl who always followed behind him, wore twin pigtails, and called him "Brother Qin" in a soft, sugary voice.

She would carefully split half of the White Rabbit milk candy her mother gave her with him. After he got into fights, she would redden her eyes and clumsily wipe the dirt from his face with her little handkerchief.

That little girl had been named Su Qinghui!

Qin Feng's feet seemed nailed to the ground, and his gaze instantly turned dazed and complicated.

Could it be her?

How could it be... such a coincidence?

He stared fixedly at the girl in the distance, trying to find even the faintest trace of the slightly chubby, crybaby little girl from his memories in her cool profile.

Yet apart from that same jet-black hair, there was almost nothing they had in common.

One had been warm and fond of smiling in his memories; the other was elegant and distant in reality.

The girl seemed to sense his overly intense gaze. She turned her face slightly, her clear almond-shaped eyes like autumn water looking over with a hint of polite confusion.

The moment their eyes met, Qin Feng's heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

Just as he was about to look away and suppress that unrealistic thought, a boy dressed head to toe in designer brands, with his hair slicked back until it gleamed, finally gathered his courage and walked over, blocking Su Qinghui's path.

"Hello, Student Su. I'm Li Zhe from the finance department. The student union is holding a mixer this weekend. I was wondering if you might be interested..."

Su Qinghui raised her eyes to look at him. A faint but distant smile appeared on her face, and her voice was as gentle as jade. "Thank you, Senior, but I already have plans this weekend. I need to organize materials at the library."

Her rejection was so polite that no one could find fault with it.

But Li Zhe clearly did not want to give up. He stepped closer and said with a smile, "You can go to the library anytime. A large mixer like this is a great chance to expand your network. Someone as outstanding as you shouldn't miss it."

Su Qinghui's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and that polite smile faded. "Sorry, but I really don't have time."

She tried to go around him, but Li Zhe blocked her again. More and more people gathered to watch, and many began whispering among themselves.

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Qin Feng's gaze turned cold.

He recognized Li Zhe. He was the deputy director of the student union's external relations department. Relying on the little money his family had, he had always acted high-profile around campus.

Watching the composure on Su Qinghui's face gradually give way to discomfort, the nameless fire in Qin Feng's heart burned even hotter.

An image flashed through his mind—the little girl from years ago, whose candy had been snatched away by bigger children, hiding behind him and clutching the hem of his clothes as she secretly wiped away tears.

Back then, he had stepped forward just like this, using his thin little body to shield her and drive away the people bullying her.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

At that moment, Su Qinghui's gaze happened to sweep past the endlessly pestering Li Zhe. Beyond him, it met Qin Feng's once more as he approached.

This time, in addition to confusion, there seemed to be a trace of something hard to notice in her eyes... anticipation. Then a flicker of hesitation appeared.

Qin Feng kept walking, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Li Zhe continued pestering Su Qinghui, completely ignoring the passerby named Qin Feng approaching him.

However, at the instant the two passed each other, a single word drifted over like a weightless snowflake, yet it made his soul tremble.

"Get lost."

Li Zhe's smile froze.

He... was talking to me?

The thought was so absurd that he almost wanted to laugh.

He instinctively turned around, wanting to see who this guy with no sense of his own limits was.

Then he saw Qin Feng's eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

Li Zhe's mind went completely blank.

He had seen angry, resentful, and disdainful gazes before, but he had never seen anything like this—absolute darkness from ten thousand meters beneath the deep sea, where even light could not escape.

There was no reflection of Li Zhe in those eyes, as though a person like him had never been worthy of being "seen" in the first place.

Li Zhe felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His legs went weak, and he actually stumbled back half a step against his will.

Every mocking remark he had prepared was swallowed back down in an instant.

A terror born from the instinct of life itself left his hands and feet ice-cold. His brain even forgot to give the command to breathe.

Qin Feng did not pause for even half a second because of him. He walked straight past Su Qinghui and headed toward the teaching building.

As if that single word had merely swept aside an eyesore of a stone by the roadside, nothing more.

Su Qinghui stood there holding her books, watching Qin Feng's departing back. A faint ripple appeared in her clear eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, as though trying hard to remember something. Her expression was filled with confusion.

Li Zhe stood frozen for several seconds. By the time he came back to his senses, Su Qinghui was already nowhere to be seen. Under everyone's gaze, he could only leave awkwardly and resentfully.

After entering the classroom and taking a seat in the corner, Qin Feng's emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

"She really does look too much like her."

To calm his increasingly complicated feelings, Qin Feng took out his phone and opened the dark-gold "Yellow Springs" app.

This time, he did not open the [Supernatural Community] to browse for entertainment. Instead, he opened the [Mission Hall].

His gaze rapidly swept over the high-difficulty missions that required teams, before finally stopping on a commission.

[Investigation Assistance Commission (E-rank)]

[Mission Objective: Resentment has gathered in an alley behind the old district north of the city. Suspected "Human Meat Buns." Several night-shift workers have already gone missing. Assistants are requested to investigate.]

[Mission Reward: 20 Contribution Points. 5,000 yuan in cash.]

[Acceptance Requirement: Soul Reaper LV.2 or above. Can be accepted solo.]

[Note: Latest intelligence indicates that one of the missing workers, Li Tie, has been found. The target has suffered a mental breakdown and is currently being held at City Seventh People's Hospital. He keeps repeating, "I ate my fingers." After treatment, the course of events has been confirmed.]